This is one of the hardest things I've ever done, fear impedes me like a soft warm blanket. I lean in and it gives way as the words begin to flow. Does your fear have a physical presence? For me, this is one of the most significant benefits of using cannabis in my self analysis, as I consider the different elements of my life, the ones which cause me emotional pain, way too many to list, I can visualize the sensations which correspond to my cogitations. I can feel the fibromyalgia ebb and recede as I stretch and reflect and partake of Spiritual practice, my self care time. I want to go back to bed, to my warm comfortable wallow. I want to wrap my arms around myself and let someone pick me up, dump me somewhere and I'll just close my eyes and die. If only it were so easy. There are rules we have to follow, not the scriptures or the laws, the Tao of being. We're here for the duration, here of our own free will, lost and twisted, again and again. Samsara, the eter